All the Love • Zach Herron One-Shots

*4 | Tease | Jachary

Summary: Jack Avery never imagined to have a certain kink.

Warning(s): Urophilia (watersports)
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Jack was driving him and Zach to the radio station to meet up with the rest of the band for an interview. While they initially thought it was a good idea, reality bit them in the ass.

The radio quietly played music, but it was arranged so it was like the same set of ten songs. The weather wasn't so bad, but it was humid and they seemed to catch every red traffic light.

"Are we there?" Zach sighed.

"No. Like fifteen minutes."

"Oh my god."

"Zach. Keep quiet, we're nearly there." Jack was a bit frustrated too because he was also hungry so really he was hangry—he got Chipotle that morning but it didn't satisfy him.

Zach started shifting in his seat. Jack was distracted by the movement, and placed a hand on his band mate's leg. "Chill out."

"I can't." Zach whimpered. "Oh my god."

Jack sighed when they reached yet another red light. Of course. Big cities and their traffic.

"Ahh." A sound of pain rang out.

Jack glanced over. "What is it?"

"I need to go to the washroom so bad."

"You shouldn't have drunk that pop," Jack teased. "It's your fault."

"I know, but I didn't realize it would take so long." Zach held his crotch, starting to make impatient noises. "Fuck can we pull over?"

"Unless you want us to get arrested, wait for like ten minutes."

Zach bit his lip, continuing to squirm. "Jack please hurry."

"Okay. How long have you been holding it?"

"Two hours."

"What the heck? And you're just saying it now?"

"I thought I could hold it."

The green light signalled, and Jack drove forward, a tiny smirk playing on his lips when he heard a whine.

"Oh my god. This sucks. I need to go. Can you hurry?"

"I am." Jack's hands tightened on the wheel, debating whether or not to torture Zach further. "Shut up and let me concentrate."

There were no longer words from the younger boy, but still very vocal. The tiny whimpers and sighs made Jack feel heat rise to his face, and his pants tightened. Shit was he really getting turned on by his friend?

Zach started bouncing in his seat for some reason, maybe thinking it would relieve the pressure. "My bladder can't take it!"

"Look we're here, okay?" Jack quickly said. In any other circumstance he would've totally thought this was hilarious, but now he was concerned and growing a freaking hard-on.

"Shit, I can't even get out of the car." Zach gave a frightened look. "Jack—"

"Okay wait do you want me to carry you? Or like..." Jack looked around for a bag or a cup, but of course he was organized enough to have thrown out the trash.

"I'm sorry," Zach whimpered.

Jack watched, frozen, when he saw Zach relieve himself. The smell of urine was evident, and Zach started to cry.

Jack quickly soothed the boy. "It's okay, I'm sorry I couldn't bring you here fast enough. Shhh." He cradled Zach in his arms. "Baby it's okay."

This made Zach sob even more. "J-Jack. I'm s-s-sorry."

"It's okay. I'll just tell the boys that we can't make it due to traffic, and we'll go back home so you can change, okay?" Jack noticed the damp patch on Zach's pants, and he quickly looked away.

Gross, why am I even looking at that? Jack shook his head.

They drove back in silence, Zach completely embarrassed while Jack was confused.